Astronomer Like Him
By ERIKA BEAVER
My grandfather once
told me to look up.
To the night sky, and
describe what I saw.
It looks like a glitter
volcano erupt.
We glanced over at each
other in awe.
The first thing I
notice is Orion’s Belt,
He is always my
favorite constellation.
Looking at the night
stars, I never felt
Such a strong and
overwhelming temptation
To become an astronomer
like him.
Posted: Fri, 31 May 2013 00:00:00 -0600
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
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